Andrew sighed, set the camera on the coffee table, and leaned back, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. That was all it took, one simple gesture, and Chris could look Andrew in the eyes with no flashing light or bulky camcorder between them. Finally, he started to relax, be more open and honest with his answers.
“So, tell me, Kris Alen. What is it you find most attractive in a partner?” Andrew asked. The camera was still rolling, the annoying little red circle doing its best to keep Chris from completely relaxing, but he forced himself to focus on Andrew.
Chris’s cheeks heated and he felt almost…shy. Staring down at his feet, he thought about how juvenile and absolutely ridiculous he probably looked. The thought made him grin, and the words came out. “Honesty, passion, and strength.”
“Jesus, that was fucking perfect, and it wasn’t even scripted.” Andrew smiled over at him.
Chris looked up at him. “Yeah?” he whispered.
“Hell, yeah.” Andrew sat up, bracing his elbows on his knees, his exquisite blue eyes sincere. “You’re sort of an enigma, Chris, all attitude and ink on the outside, rugged and handsome. I ask you one leading question and you blush, smiling shyly at the camera and answering in a low, sexy tone of voice. I think our members are going to be blown away by you, Chris. You’re very photogenic and most assuredly good-looking, but you’re not cocky. And, for lack of another word to appropriately describe the sentiment I’m looking for, your honesty is very endearing. Viewers are going to love you.”
“Oh…okay.” Chris sat back, completely at ease. He could totally see why some of the models referred to Andrew as “Mom.” Chuckling, he smiled and reached for his glass of water.
“Do tell, what are you laughing about?” Andrew prodded.
Chris waved him off. “It’s nothing. Wait, I completely forgot the camera was on for a minute there. Do we need to start over?”
“Nope, not to worry, I’ll edit the video before I post it on the site.” Andrew reached for his camera, sliding several of the magazines that were stacked on the coffee table underneath it. “I think I’ll leave the camcorder right here. You’re much more relaxed without it in your face.” Chris couldn’t argue with that statement.
“I love the work you’ve had done, Kris. Will you tell our viewers the story behind some of your ink?” Andrew slid into interview mode flawlessly.
“Well, there’s the tribal tattoo here on my left arm to represent my Irish heritage.” Chris rolled the shirt sleeve up to his shoulder, flexing his arm. “The roses and thorns climbing up my right arm are a reminder that while life is beautiful and unruly, it can be painful as well.” Wasn’t that the damn truth? Chris ran his fingers over his heart. “My first tattoo is here; it’s a tribute to someone special to me that I lost far too soon.”
He tamped down the urge to slump and fade into the wallpaper, instead leaning over and smiling into the camera. “I have a raven on my back with the wings stretching across my shoulder blades and a cross for a tramp stamp. I also have some ink on my legs.”
“I don’t suppose I could talk you into showing us today?” Andrew asked.
Chris shook his head. “Have to save something for later, right?” he joked.
“Fine.” Andrew pouted. “I see the top of something on your collarbone there. What is that one?”
“Oh, that is the Alabama elephant.” Chris pulled the neck of the T-shirt away from his body, turning his shoulder toward the camera, showing a simple, black, almost tribal-looking elephant. “When I was in high school and still dreaming of a career in the NFL, I had leads on a scholarship to the University of Alabama. A full ride—it was a sweet deal, let me tell you.” For the first time in a very long time, he felt proud of what he’d almost achieved. “But life had other plans for me, it seems.”
“Well, we have to save something for later, I agree. I think our fans at home will be anxious after this to see your first on-camera video, and then possibly a sexy collaboration with one of our other All Cocks models soon.” Andrew picked up the camera, pressed a button, and the obnoxious red light disappeared.
“Okay, I’ll edit this down to a fifteen-minute introductory video to go on the site, with your approval of course, and then get it uploaded. Sound good?”
Chris nodded. “Yeah, sounds good. But, can we talk about my first video? What I have to do and what you guys are expecting from that?” His hesitancy was almost overwhelming. Andrew chuckled and picked up his cell, his fingers typing quickly. Not even a minute later, Mattie and Victor came into the room.
The four of them sat and talked for a while, mostly about clothing options, settings for the first few videos Chris would shoot, and who would be his “first fuck,” for lack of a better term. “I am thinking it would be easier for you to give us something we can use if you have partner that will give you an impression of a woman for your first couple of times.” Victor’s broken English was growing on him; it was sort of soothing, calming in a way. Andrew nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with his partner.
“Do you remember Gabe?” Victor asked. “You meet him at the house.”
“The short blond guy, right?” Chris thought back to that afternoon. The cowboy was Ash-something, Kory the cranky asshole, and the one that looked like an elf come to life was Gabe.
“Yes, Gabe is a doll and he’s a very sensual guy, but he’s also understanding of the fact that you are straight. He has done some amazing videos with Jordan. I think it’s the fact that he has a very effeminate nature. You okay doing your first full-on scene with him?” Andrew asked Chris.
“Yeah, that sounds fine to me.” Chris shrugged.
“You make good time today, love,” Victor said, leaning over, kissing Andrew on the mouth. Chris looked away, feeling like he was intruding on a private moment. “Matthew has the bedroom area clean and ready for a shoot if you are wanting to do his solo today.”
Andrew led Chris down the hall to a nondescript room with fake walls and a mock window that was actually a frame hanging from the ceiling by a chain. There were three cameras set up—one at the foot of the bed, the others in two corners of the room. The decor was simplistic with big, fluffy white pillows, a white comforter covering the bed, and white curtains. Hell, even the radio and lube bottle that sat on the bedside table were white. The only color in the room was the deep, royal blue paint on the fake walls.
Andrew flipped the light on, the iridescent glow from the bulbs a stark contrast on the nearly naked color palette of the room. “That’s…well, that’s a lot of white.” Chris chuckled, then coughed, hoping he didn’t sound as freaked out as he felt. Andrew shoved Mattie and Victor out into the hall and closed the door. He circled the room, turning on each camera, messing with buttons and lenses. Great, now I’ve got three angry red dots glaring at me. Chris groaned inwardly.